The crack in the Bifrost Bridge continued to expand.
A golden sea of stars poured out from the crack, dyeing the entire sky a brilliant amber.
The light was so dazzling that even Cul had to squint slightly.
A warship rushed out from the crack.
the destiny.
The friction flames generated as the warship tore through the atmosphere were almost negligible against the backdrop of the golden star sea.
During its descent, the hatch opened automatically, and a figure jumped out.
That person fell straight down from hundreds of meters in the air, without armor, wings, or any flight devices on his body.
Boom!
The moment he landed.
The ground cracked, and gravel splattered.
In the center of a huge crater, Peter Parker landed steadily without any cushioning, completely unharmed.
He raised his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the devastated battlefield, over his battered but still standing companions, and over Wanda, who was bound in mid-air by ink-green energy snakes with blood at the corner of her mouth...
Finally, his gaze landed precisely on Cul.
The two locked eyes.
Time and space seemed to solidify completely at this moment.
Cul clearly felt an emotion, one he had forgotten for tens of thousands of years, one he thought he would never experience again in this life.
Even though he was the embodiment of fear himself, a god holding the authority of fear.
But at this moment, the instant he felt the aura pouring out from Peter, that oppressive feeling as if the entire Universe was making way for this person and all living things were bowing down to him, caused his divine body to react faster than his brain.
He took a step back.
Just one step, and his heel lightly tapped against the base of the throne, making a soft "clack" sound.
Though the sound was soft, it exploded in Cul's heart like a thunderclap.
He, the God of Fear, the Serpent Cul, in front of a mortal who had just appeared... had actually retreated?
How is this possible!
What he found even more unacceptable was that this step he took back was faithfully transmitted to billions of people around the world through the sky projection he had created himself!
Crazy, completely crazy!
At this moment, the audience around the world looking up at the sky felt an unprecedented excitement.
"He retreated! He actually retreated!"
"Who is this person? Why could he fall from such a height and remain unharmed?"
"Who else could it be but The Arbiter, appearing on the battlefield in such a manner at this time?"
"What?! He is The Arbiter? He's actually so young?"
"That high and mighty god retreated because of The Arbiter's appearance!"
"In front of The Arbiter, even a god must step back?"
"We are saved, we have hope!"
"So cool! It turns out that underneath The Arbiter's mask is such a handsome face!"
Peter, at the scene, did not consider so many trivial things.
He just calmly shifted his gaze from Cul's twisted face to Wanda, who was still bound in mid-air.
Four hideous, ink-green energy snakes were coiled around her slender limbs. There was still blood at the corner of her mouth from the earlier backlash of her power, and her face was pale as paper.
Peter extended his right hand and lightly tapped his index finger at those energy snakes from a distance.
It was just like popping a bubble floating in the air.
Those four energy snakes, composed of Cul's divine power, couldn't even struggle; they instantly shattered inch by inch, turning into ink-green specks of light that dissipated into the air.
Wanda's body lost its restraints and fell powerlessly from mid-air.
Peter's figure flashed, instantly appearing below Wanda, catching her steadily.
One hand supported her back, and the other hooked under her knees.
A standard and gentle princess carry.
"You've worked hard."
Peter's voice was warm and soft.
Wanda struggled to open her somewhat blurry eyes, looking at the face so close to her.
She subconsciously wanted to say something.
But the overdraft of magic power in her body and the mental pressure Cul had caused her earlier were simply too severe.
Before she could utter even half a syllable, she fainted in Peter's arms.
The light of the Horse Talisman shone on Peter's hand. Where the light passed, Wanda's body was quickly adjusted to its best state.
But because of the sudden mental relaxation, she did not wake up immediately.
After carefully putting Wanda down, he looked at Gwen and the others, who were extremely excited, and after giving them a reassuring smile, he spoke calmly:
"Gwen, Pietro's condition doesn't seem very good. Please perform first aid."
Gwen's lips trembled. At this moment, she had too many things she wanted to say.
There was her reliance on Peter, her worry about Peter facing Cul directly, her unease about Peter exposing his true face to the public, and her concerns about Peter stating his real name directly.
But all of this, in the end, only turned into a soft "Mm."
Having walked through life and death together, they had long since formed an extraordinary tacit understanding; they only needed one look at each other to know what the other was thinking.
Therefore, the moment she locked eyes with Peter, Gwen had dispelled all the concerns in her heart.
She knew there was nothing left that she needed to be anxious about.
Peter... her man, would solve every trouble in this world just as he always did.
Thus, Gwen seemed to forget the tense atmosphere at hand, and she walked calmly and composedly toward Pietro not far away.
This composure clearly angered Cul's lackeys!
As a good dog newly recruited by Cul, Sin felt this was a good opportunity to demonstrate her value.
Her eyes rolled, and without thinking, she immediately used the short-range teleportation ability of the hammer of skadi to appear directly behind Gwen.
She prepared to directly smash Ghost-Spider—The Arbiter's beloved—to death, intending to make The Arbiter realize, through this method, how ridiculous his persistence was in front of the absolute power of My Lord Cul.
But the moment she flashed behind Gwen.
"I didn't say you could move."
Boom!
The moment the words fell, a terrifying aura descended abruptly.
This aura was so terrifying that it even caused the Sky to change color, and lightning suddenly struck down from the originally overcast sky.
It was as if the entire sky was trembling because of his anger alone!
Flashed behind Gwen, Sin, still wearing a hideous smile, felt as if she had been hit on the back of the head with a club; her brain went blank, and she uncontrollably knelt on the ground.
Not until her knees made intimate contact with the solid ground did she realize what had happened.
Both she and the Skadi within her felt a tremendous humiliation at this moment.
But no matter how she struggled, her knees remained motionless as if they had taken root.
The terrifying aura shrouded her, and until this moment, she truly realized how ridiculously wrong she had been.
Although she had obtained the power of Skadi, although she had already stepped half a foot into the realm of the gods.
But in front of that man, she was still so vulnerable.
Just one look... was enough to doom her!
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